Chapter 468： Deterrent pool

Yuan Ying is Yuan Ying, let alone hate the ancestors, but is the Yuan Ying who has spent three thunders?

Even if he had a thousand calculations, he missed the side of the line. He didn't expect that there were so many cards on the little devil. He had killed his Yuan Ying, and he did not expect that there would be a strong tyrannical existence of the dragons, completely ignoring the end of his soul. I rushed into the square to know the sea and went with him, but before the death, Yuan Ying burst, the power of chaos and spirit is still terrible...

Almost a moment, the nearest Jinlong God of Soul was almost completely vanished, and it was constantly attacking.

In this way, even the knowledge of the sea will break down.

At this moment, Fang Fang was also shocked by the soul.

Seeing the soul of the Red Dragon is breaking up, making his heart feel awkward.

I almost didn't want to, I didn't want to, he shouted, and he would protect the true spirit of the road and send out the broken lotus treasures, turning into a crystal clear light, flying into the golden dragon that is about to dissipate. The lotus treasure is very different, even if it is about to be broken, its guardian spirit is still invincible, and then it will settle the soul of Jinlong that is about to burst and dissipate.

Then, in the state of the demon, the three-headed six-armed demon in the form of the demon spirit, in the state of no protection, screamed in all directions, in all directions, and the anger of the sky was burned up, all of which had already completed the true fire of Sancha. Like the flame of the spirit, from the bottom of the sea, the burning of the sea, the hateful ancestors of the violent spirit of the spirit of the soul wrapped in it, life and refining.

"Hate... hate!"

"The old man has been observing for thousands of years. Is it such a result?"

"The thief is old, the defeat of the old man, the power of non-war, but the number of robbers is ......"

Even if the Yuan Ying has been shattered, but hate the ancestors and there are residual spiritual fragments. Under the refinement of the three fires, they were desperately angry, angered, grievous, violent, violent, rolling in and out.

But he hates it the most. It is not a party. It is God.

This is an amazing talent. If you are less than a thousand years old, you will be in a state of catastrophe. Even in Shenzhou, it is amazing.

It was calculated by people, but there was no place for him to stand on the ground, and he was forced to break into the South China Sea. This is also the case, hate the ancestors still refused to accept the loss, hard life and learning by themselves, to continue the Tongtian ancient road, even the 闯 闯 天 天 关, but was trapped ten games, but he still did not give up, so that a shackle The mirror smashed out the ruins and set the stage for getting out.

However, he did not expect that the avatar was actually chased by Feng Tian's ancestor Lu Fengtian. He should be regarded as the last old demon to worship the sword of the heavenly sword. As a result, he was batted to Lu Fengtian for a battle. He lost both sides, and between the rush and the rush, in order to keep the mirror, he was only self-styled in the portrait. Inside. The message was the hateful ancestor of the day, and the bronze mirror was the only hope to leave the market. If you hate the blood of the heavens, if you have talents, you will burn the portraits, take out the mirror, go to the Taishang Palace, and welcome the ancestors to return. .

When Bao Bao was born again, hating the arrangement of the ancestors who stayed in the Taishang Palace, naturally gave birth to induction. In September, the sky was ascended, the big array was closed, and the treasure mirror contained a sacred thought of the hated ancestors. When you can smoothly reach the eighth level of Tongtian.

But no one thought that the chaos of the retreat was started because of the sin of the outside world. The comrades were fighting for the opportunity to leave the market, and the chaos of the ancestors was also seriously injured in the battle. The information left behind was already incomplete……

This kind of reason is the next, hate the ancestor of the ancestor, the establishment is a few thousand years, the time is long enough to make him crazy.

It’s easy to chance, and I’ve really come to people, and I’m hopeful.

But how can he think that he will be defeated by the repair of his own arrogance, and he will be defeated by a junior?

This last spirituality, hate the ancestors, really want to cry, no tears, only hate heaven!

"...God...you **** said that you are not playing with me, who believes..."

Fang Xing now naturally can't control the most sad reminder of the history of the robbery. When bidding farewell to the world and refining the power of the violent spirit of the hated ancestor, the almost collapsed spirit of the Red Dragon has returned to its original Within the body, Fang Xing also hurriedly quit the sea, opened his eyes, saw a pair of big eyes, and was close to himself, watching him quietly.

At this time, Chi Long still maintained his appearance with his forehead, and Wen Si did not move.

"The big dog, you will not finish playing with his mother?"

The party trembled and shook the red dragon's head with both hands.

At this time, the spirit of Red Dragon has been dissipated in the big eyes, but there is a hint of closeness, and still nostalgic in Fang Xing.

"It is too heavy to create, the injury outside the body does not say, the soul is also on the verge of collapse, although you have used the treasure to protect the last soul, but it only delays the speed of the soul, but it is powerless... "In the back of the red dragon, a red-red feather is inserted, which is where some of the gods of the Dapeng evil king lived. At this time, it radiates the volatility of the gods and transmits to the side.

The party did not answer, took a deep breath, and then looked at the body of Red Dragon.

On the dragon's body, it is everywhere scars, the weight of the injury, it is simply unbearable to look straight, the four dragon claws broke three, it is the dragon scales on the body, and nearly half of them are smashed, revealing **** wounds. A few visible bones.

Even between it has a threat, there is another one that almost broke it into two wounds, which seemed to be out of the void.

It can be said that there are at least four scars on it and it is even fatal!

Fang Xing could not understand how Chi Long came from the Taishang site and broke into Tongtian Ancient Road and rushed to his side.

However, the body is seriously injured, the spirit will also dissipate, and the eyes of the Red Dragon are very calm, and even slightly excited.

It slowly opened its mouth and seemed to stick out its tongue and walk around.

Usually, it is awkward, and it is always sorrowful. It is only a slap in the face, so it can only be sneaked, and if you don’t prepare for it, you will slam a sip and then quickly withdraw your tongue and close your eyes. Waiting for the slap on the head, this time. It also wants to engage in sneak attacks, but the injury is too heavy, the movement is extremely slow, and it doesn't extend for a long time.

"Hey, look at your uncle!"

The party slaps and draws it on its head. My eyes are red, and shouted: "When you finish your grandfather, you want to die, right? It’s all in the story, but the little man is not allowed to die, you can’t die, go with me...”

He bit his teeth and gasped for two breaths. Going to the ground to "snap" a bite. Then lifted the red dragon's head with both hands, and snorted, directly hitting the dragon's head against the shoulder, and then swelled up the cloud. After he was more than 30 feet off the ground, the tail of the red dragon was only sharp. Kankan left the ground, and Fang Fang was so resistant to the Red Dragon. Staggering and flying forward...

"Ugh……"

Even the sorrowful spirit of the Dapeng evil king saw this scene and did not know what to persuade.

The chessboards around the sky are being turned into flying smoke, and disappeared. Even the hateful ancestors did not expect that this eighth-level ten-game is a broken game, without life. . Breaking through a vitality, the chess game is self-solving, and the party is in this game. In the game of hateful ancestors who have been clothed for thousands of years, they should have taken the chess game and unintentionally solved this game.

The game is dissipated, and the party is in front of the Red Dragon. Then I went back to the wilderness and went forward. I couldn’t see any scenes. There was only a blue stone monument hidden in the handwriting. Behind the stone monument, it was a hollow of the partition, and there was nothing else to look at. I saw the two lines on the stone tablet: "Tongtian Road is broken, there is no connection, and a line of fairy machines gives people..."

The Dapeng evil king differentiated the **** of the red feathers and scanned the words on the stone tablet. He was shocked when he was on the scene. God read the wave: "Look at the meaning of this monument, it is because the road is broken from the eighth pass. In the end, who has such a great supernatural power, and cut the Tongtian Road from the eighth level? Is this the first few levels, but it is not white? The monument says that there is a line of fairy machines, what is the first line of fairy machines?"

Fang Xing did not answer, closed his eyes, and touched it in detail, suddenly flew to the left.

"Well? What are you looking for?"

Akabane exudes volatility, but the party does not pay attention. It is still flying straight forward. Soon, Dapeng evil king knows what he is looking for. In front, there has been a rocky pit with lightning. About ten feet Yu Fangyuan, flashing with faint light, the pool water, even from time to time there are Lei snake manifestations, seemingly sacred, distance Baizhang, you can feel the rich vitality.

"Hey? This pool... this pool..."

The spirit of Dapeng evil king registered in the top of Akabane suddenly trembled with horror, and the spirit could not keep fluctuating.

"This is the thunder pool, the old blame, can hold on the board for thousands of years, it is the breath of this thunder pool!"

Fang Fang resisted the Red Dragon, step by step to the end of the Leichi, the voice was low, and explained to Dapeng evil king.

"Building a mine pool..."

"It turned out to be a thundering pool... The first line of the fairy machine said on the tablet means that it is...made, it’s really good..."

The sorrow of the Dapeng evil king was so excited that even the volatility of the gods was chaotic. Not only that, but even outside the Tongtian ancient road, the Dapeng evil king himself, through an endless cloud of the sea, felt a whim. I don't touch the soul of the remnant. I don't know what my own soul has seen, but through this instinct, I know that I must have missed the big chance.

"Little devil, go in quickly, go in quickly, with this artificial thunder pool, even the first eight levels are not white... can be said to be too worthwhile, too worthy... you just got hurt by the old monster who took the house, repaired If they have collapsed, I don’t know how many years to cultivate before I hope to recover. But with this thundering pool, everything is not a problem. You don’t need to do anything else. Just enter the Thunder Pool to sleep, or a hundred years, or a thousand years, or 10,000. In the year, whoever manages it, the longer the time, the better. When you wake up, you may even become a fairy..."

The red feather of the Dapeng evil king, even flew up with excitement, and fluttered in the air.

"There is a saying in Suzaku's memory that the ten eternal earth is really true!"

"Tongtian Road is broken, but this is a fairy machine, it is worth all..."

A feather fluttering in the air, the appearance is quite strange.

"Come in, this is the fairy machine, this is simply a loophole in the world, sleep in the thunder pool, no need to practice, do not need to feel, just need to sleep inside, when you wake up, naturally there is a big fortune, even directly Cheng Xian... If you want to sleep, I will ignite and ignite. I want to tell the body to come. This is not the only thing that can be let go. This is the only chance..."

"It’s natural to sleep, but it’s not me who wants to sleep."

Fang Xing sighed and gently lowered the red dragon and patted its faucet.

That Akabane suddenly excited: "You...what do you want to do?...You want to give this unique fairy machine to this dragon?" (To be continued.)